4TS shit
Uh
Hop back in the booth for a minute, (For a minute) uh
Let me tell the truth I been missin', uh (I be missin')
Thinkin' 'bout the youth reminiscing (Reminiscing)
People tell me I been too in my feelings (My feelings)
But this rapping shit don't feel it, most of these niggas really faking for a image (Fuck all of that)
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out the trench (Out the trench)
Way before Rolls-Royce we was in that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys, crazy part is how I miss it (How I miss it)
They say don't complain about this life, because I did it (Did that)
But you can't tell me shit about this life 'cause I live it ('Cause I live it)
But you won't stop really, this shit get hard really (Hard really)
This ain't no hard feelings, sometimes my heart empty, uh
Ain't no TikToks, I just want the music to speak for itself (Speak for itself)
I lost my wristwatch on tour, fuck delta hotels (Fuck)
They know wassup with all my boys, put shit on that shelf (Grraah)
They know these weapons ain't no toys, get hit, you gon' melt (Block, block)
Don't need no steppers when alone, I step by myself (Step by myself)
Calling hits up on that phone, write checks for his death (Checks for his death)
Go check him, he nailed, they left him, he bailed (Grraah)
All that rappin', take a look what he did for his self (Did for his self)
Fuck them niggas, lil bro spin and give everyone bell (Everyone bell)
Go to war with all the city, don't need no one help (Need no one help)
Seven-six for the shells (Bah), choppa hit him, he frail (Grraah)
We gon' pop up at your door, we delivering mail (Grr-rah)
They so don't complain about this life, because I did it (Because I did it)
But you can't tell me shit about this life 'cause I live it ('Cause I live it)
But you won't stop really, this shit get hard really (Shit get hard)
This ain't no hard feelings, sometimes my heart empty, uh (My heart empty)
Like, fuck this rap shit, fuck these rap niggas, fuck these rap blogs, rap labels, all this shit
Niggas don't give a fuck about you 'til you dead or in jail
He talented, ain't that nigga face the whole time, nigga don't realise that shit
Fuck these niggas
Hop back in the booth for a minute, (For a minute) uh
(Let's see who's TikTok famous, nigga)
Let me tell the truth I been missin' (I been missin'), uh
(Fuck TikTok)
Thinkin' 'bout the youth reminiscing (Reminiscing)
(All that shit, nigga)
People tell me, I been too in my feelings (Feelings)
But this rapping shit don't feel it, most of these niggas really faking for a image (Fuck all of that)
And these bitches only looking for a ticket out the trenches (Ticket out the trench, nigga)
Way before Rolls-Royce we was in that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys, it's crazy how I miss it (How)
4TS fuck my nigga
Said "Fuck you mean, fuck that Rolls-Royce too" (Fuck that Rolls Royce too)
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